Not your parents, not your teachers — just you, when you were 10 or 12… the version of you who dreamt with a full heart, who believed anything was possible, who thought becoming a doctor or a nurse or a scientist or any other meant just helping people and smiling.
Would that younger version understand the stress, the pressure, the burnout, the tears you hide during night study sessions?
Would they wonder why you’re so hard on yourself? Or maybe they’d whisper, “I’m proud you never gave up.”
We often chase degrees, marks, results, and forget to pause and look at the journey. But the younger version of you… they only wanted to grow up and be someone brave, kind, and strong.
So let’s reflect — if your younger self walked into your room today,
Would they smile at how far you’ve come?
Would they ask, “When was the last time you were happy without thinking about exams and career?”
Would they give you a hug… or ask you to take a break?
Let’s stop and check in with that little version of us. Because deep down, they still live inside — and maybe they just want to be heard again.
my younger self definately would have told me that be brave , don’t give up on your dreams but don’t be harsh on yourself. Face everything in life with a smile on your face
We grow up thinking strength means pushing through chasing goals, enduring stress, hiding our pain. But real strength is also remembering to be gentle with ourselves. That younger version of you full of hope, wonder, and courage still exists inside. They don’t care about your grades, your job title, or your GPA. They just want you to be okay. So maybe, instead of always striving to become better, we pause and honour the version of ourselves who simply wanted to do good and feel joy.
I think my younger self would probably look at me tired, anxious, always pushing and ask, “But are you happy?”
She’d remind me that success was never just about getting a degree, but about being kind, passionate, and fulfilled.
And maybe… she’d give me a hug and say, “You’re doing better than you think.”
If my younger self could see me now, I think definitely she will smile and maybe even tear up a little. She may not say anything, but may feel peaceful knowing that I became someone real (without being perfect and filtered) who did not just survive, but chose to live with all her heart and soul. She will be proud knowing that I never gave up, even when things in life got heavy and uncertain most of the times. She will also be happy knowing that I kept learning (and I still do) not just from books; but also from life, people, pain, and failures. She will feel content to see that I have grown into someone who values kindness over applauses and connection over competitions. She will feel an inner happiness knowing that I try in my own little way to sprinkle joy wherever I go, leaving every moment/person feeling a little lighter and better than when I found them. And maybe what would surprise her most is that I have learnt to rest too; to breathe and to not rush through life.
Proud and happy because of the way im being today in relation to my studies, managing my internship, learning new things in form of medical marketing writer and having healthy skin,hair,body, the ability to take positively my mistake and learn from them and to mainly to never settle back to toxic people in my personal and professional life
This really touched my heart. Sometimes we forget how far we’ve come and how much our younger self would admire our strength. Thank you for this beautiful reminder.
Yes, she would ask me when i was genuinely happy? Also i will tell her not to trust people so easily. I hope younger self would be glad to see this mature me.
If it is possible to so then he will say me what are you doing now don’t just seat recall what have we thought about our future and what are you doing now?
So let’s reflect — if your younger self walked into your room today,
